A challenging week does not mean a challenging life
Or how to see green shoots in a swamp
This week my older daughter broke her arm. It was completely out of the blue and happened at a football match. She’s okay (thank goodness), and is currently at a Brownie camp somewhere on the outskirts of west London.
The week had already felt full on with prep for this Brownie camp. There were 10+ different forms to fill in beforehand (are they allowed to sleep on a top bunk? are they allowed to eat marshmallows? etc.). The list of things they needed to take made it feel like a parenting challenge with no prize:
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